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Junk Story
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Translation: iro (2004.01.15)

until I see the mountains that I want to see
someday, like the lovely landscapes that I saw
in the mechanical near future city
the tyrannosaurus guitar will sound

the giant maiden in the valley of buildings
should the piercings of the stars pierce my breast
twisted Dali's clocks melt
at the 25th hour Sid Vicious dances⁽¹⁾

turning, turning, the black discs
that can see the dream were given
the sound of a guitar that is like a wicked head
continued in proportion to all the talk

there, where it is overlooked,
it is the old place that I desire
to that extent, you, who I thought of, faraway,
forgot our spoken words
what are you singing here?
are we telling the legend of that day?

sleep here
wake here
as if disappearing while repeating,
you search for the scenery of that day

until it rots, until the mountain, its treasure
someday, like the lovely landscapes that I saw
until within the redhead's changed mind
to who the end is understood unsaid

the withered voice is trembling
I was singing a junk song
a scattered dream, you who I carried
the flowers of noise have taught

that which I desire
Is it to be discovered here?

did the dream seen in a dream overflow?
forgot our spoken words
what are you searching for here?
have you forgotten the legend of that day?

there, where it is overlooked,
it is warm, isn't it?
until the song that I could hear cannot be heard
forgot our spoken words
what shall I sing?
does it seem that the legend of that day
is connected to the song of tomorrow?

even now, I can see the Junk Story
inside the heart of you, Junk Story
turn, turn, Junk Story
inside the heart of me, Junk Story

(1) Thank you to Lena B. for correcting this line for me!

all romanizations and translations by iro (contact: sanisamu @ hotmail.com).
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Junk Story (translation)

Junk Story
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